RED, GREEN, OR MURDER - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
RED, GREEN, OR MURDER - Poisoned Pen Press (UK) RED, GREEN, OR MURDER - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Red, Green, or Murder 31 She squeezed my hand. “No, I mean the whole livestock inspector’s job. I was surprised when Dad told me that you’d taken that on.” I shrugged. “Actually, it’s a good fit for me,” I said. “Gets me out, gives me the opportunity to talk with old friends. Did it originally as a favor for Cliff Larson when he got sick, and then he died on me, and here I’m stuck.” I shrugged. “Things are changing, though. I would guess that it’s not a long-term gig for me.” “Oh? There will always be cattle,” Maggie said. “Sure enough. But the permit policy keeps getting wound up in red tape, and the solution to that is just more paperwork. They have a whole herd of new concerns with this mad cow thing, and the illegal border traffic is a real pain in the ass, if you’ll pardon my French. And then I got a memo the other day saying that we’re going to be carrying guns now.” I waved a hand in disgust. “I mean, I do anyway, and have for half a century. But now there’s a whole raft of training procedures and policies coming down the pike. Christ, the whole thing is ridiculous. I don’t need it.” “Like everything else,” Maggie said. “We live in a world of paperwork. You should see my desk. ” “It’s silly, isn’t it.” “Yes, it is.” She sat quietly for a moment, regarding the nonetoo-clean carpet. “You said you were out at the ranch. You know, I haven’t seen Herb or Annie Torrance in months.” “They’re fine,” I said, which was more or less true. She nodded and regarded her hands, deep in thought. “Dad thought a lot of you,” she said after a while. “It was mutual.” I knew it was about time to stir. Through the open kitchen doorway, I saw Estelle stand up and nod in response to something that Alan Perrone said. She ducked under the yellow ribbon and detoured toward us. “We’re almost finished,” she said. “Are you going to be all right?” Maggie had finally dived into the tissues, and was working to restore order to her face.
32 Steven F. Havill “We’re reminiscing,” Maggie said. “Can I help with anything?” “No, ma’am. Thanks.” For a moment, Estelle stood there, looking as if she wanted to ask us something, then turned away with a sympathetic little nod. She left the house with Linda Real in tow. “What a gorgeous creature,” Maggie said. “Yes, she is,” I agreed. “She’s managed to cope, though.” Maybe Maggie knew what I meant, maybe not. “How’s the clinic going for them? What a venture that is.” Estelle’s husband, Francis, was opening a medical clinic in partnership with Alan Perrone. Construction was nearly complete on the hi-tech facility on property behind my house on Guadalupe Terrace, south of the interstate. Posadas Health Center included offices for three physicians and a pharmacy. I knew that plans called for another wing that would include a dental office. “They’ve had their challenges,” I said. “Like anything. But it’s what they’ve wanted.” “Realtors everywhere burned you in effigy for giving away that land,” Maggie said, but a soft smile told me that I’d been forgiven for not realizing that, in any venture like the clinic, the right folks needed to get rich. “I smelled the smoke,” I laughed, trying not to let any irritation show. “I didn’t need the land, and the Guzmans did. It was that simple. I didn’t need to make a bundle on the deal. Anyway, I had ulterior motives, Maggie. It gets kinda lonely out there in that big old adobe of mine. This way, I wound up with just the neighbors I wanted.” She nodded at the logic of that. “Kind of like your dad deciding to give that lot behind the Public Safety Building to the county for the new office wing. He didn’t need it, they did…” Maggie looked heavenward at that. “And I don’t know if dad ever finished with that or not.” I cocked my head quizzically at that—and not because it was new information. The county wanted more offices, for what I don’t know. One of the lots
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32 Steven F. Havill<br />
“We’re reminiscing,” Maggie said. “Can I help with<br />
anything?”<br />
“No, ma’am. Thanks.” For a moment, Estelle stood there,<br />
looking as if she wanted to ask us something, then turned away<br />
with a sympathetic little nod. She left the house with Linda<br />
Real in tow.<br />
“What a gorgeous creature,” Maggie said.<br />
“Yes, she is,” I agreed. “She’s managed to cope, though.”<br />
Maybe Maggie knew what I meant, maybe not.<br />
“How’s the clinic going for them? What a venture that is.”<br />
Estelle’s husband, Francis, was opening a medical clinic<br />
in partnership with Alan Perrone. Construction was nearly<br />
complete on the hi-tech facility on property behind my house<br />
on Guadalupe Terrace, south of the interstate. Posadas Health<br />
Center included offices for three physicians and a pharmacy. I<br />
knew that plans called for another wing that would include a<br />
dental office.<br />
“They’ve had their challenges,” I said. “Like anything. But<br />
it’s what they’ve wanted.”<br />
“Realtors everywhere burned you in effigy for giving away<br />
that land,” Maggie said, but a soft smile told me that I’d been<br />
forgiven for not realizing that, in any venture like the clinic, the<br />
right folks needed to get rich.<br />
“I smelled the smoke,” I laughed, trying not to let any irritation<br />
show. “I didn’t need the land, and the Guzmans did. It was<br />
that simple. I didn’t need to make a bundle on the deal. Anyway,<br />
I had ulterior motives, Maggie. It gets kinda lonely out there in<br />
that big old adobe of mine. This way, I wound up with just the<br />
neighbors I wanted.” She nodded at the logic of that. “Kind of<br />
like your dad deciding to give that lot behind the Public Safety<br />
Building to the county for the new office wing. He didn’t need<br />
it, they did…”<br />
Maggie looked heavenward at that. “And I don’t know if dad<br />
ever finished with that or not.” I cocked my head quizzically<br />
at that—and not because it was new information. The county<br />
wanted more offices, for what I don’t know. One of the lots